AN: THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE MUST BE READ. :3 :)) This story piece may be quite similar to my other fan fiction, Standing Resistance. Although I promised myself to focus on just one story, we can't help it when we have feels, can we? Also note that I used something from Sherlock to complete this fan fiction, since I could not, for the love of god, think of anything else. It was just a name I copied, anyway... If you have actually read my other story and think that this is too similar to it for your tastes, well, then I apologize. :)

The Watch

It was a dark, cloudy late afternoon. Dark lone figures strode across the damp pavements of the streets in slow steps. Dead leaves with the colours of fire lay scattered, painting the scene with the little colour it could offer. Raindrops trickled down from the rusted withered sign that read "Magnussen's" that hung above the battered pale blue coloured wood and glass door, the drops forming puddles on the ground beneath it. Merlin sat on a cold bench near the area of wet grass from across the street, only a few yards away. A beanie covering the top of his head to the tips of his ears, with hands shoved deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, he watched her.

She sat under the dark green canopy, beside one of the glass windows of the coffee shop that had its own established library. The crème paint of the chairs and tables situated outside the café had begun to peel, showing the rusty metal that hid just beneath it. What little sunlight that had seeped through the dark clouds hit her raven hair, making her perfect black locks shine. Her white sweatshirt, evidently a couple of sizes too big for her, revealed a milky shoulder, with its sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows. Wearing dark jeans and worn out boots, she held up a thick paperback merely inches from her face with her brows scrunched together in concentration.

A mug lay beside her denim bag on her table, and she licked her pale ruby lips when she reached for the mug with steaming tea. The yellow light that came from the inside of the café fell on her pale skin, making her figure glow in contrast to the dreary and dull surroundings. He drank in every detail of her with keen interest, watched and took in her every move from a distance.

It took every fibre of his being not to run to her and gather her in his arms, his hands turning into fists in the pockets of his jacket. She was like a dark fallen angel, always distant, aloof; an unreachable dream one would never admit to have.

He let out a loud sigh through his chapped lips as he looked up to the clouded sky. Taking his eyes off of her for just a few moments brought him back to his thoughts of the past. Each of his regrets washed over him again and again as he relived them in the back of his mind, his eyes fluttering closed. A frown creased his forehead as painful memories played in his thoughts. Memories of his mistakes, of what he has lost, memories of her. He lost his track of time as he walked down the twisted paths of his mind and mourned for everything that has already happened, everything he wished he could change.

His eyes shot open, wanting to push away the demons of his past and setting his eyes once more on her spot.

She had left, her mug of tea left to cool off alone in the cold. His head whipped from side to side to search if he will still be able to see at least a glimpse of her retreating figure to find nothing. His gaze dropped to the ground in disappointment with one thought: Morgana was gone. Again. He had once more let her slip through his fingers.

Merlin stood and walked with his head hanging low, his mood as gloomy as his surroundings. Passing a few blocks, he turns to enter a tall glass building. He walked up numerous flights of stairs with thoughts shooting off in his head.

Should he have gone up to her? Or was he right to leave her be? Doubt was increasing in the pit of his stomach. His experiences in the past never really did help him make his decisions in the present or for the future. He wasn't sure what he should have done in the past. He was still naïve and desperate to try to walk a better path despite the truth that there is none. Each step he took was silent as he walked up the carpeted staircases. The lamps that illuminated his path were framed with an intricate brass design, and before he reached the end of the stairs that led to the top floor, he noticed the light flicker with his eyes set downcast on his shoes.

He missed her. Terribly. Merlin spent nights alone in bed, reminded of how he used to defy the laws and rules by merely being on the same bed as her. They both shared forbidden touches, hushed secrets passed on between them, all illuminated either by the soft candlelight by her nightstand on her pale satin sheets or by the moonlight that streamed through the shrouded windowpanes of her hovel.

He looked up and watched as the last lamp flickered in every second. The lids of his eyes were hooded, once more thinking of his overly prolonged life. The light that drove him to live on each second of his life was starting to flicker, the brightness slowly yet surely diminishing. The lamp went off and he released a quaky sigh. He let his head drop to the floor and walked to his door with his arms crossed on his chest.

Merlin knew he would have to let go soon. He had to move again as he had before. He bit his lip with guilt—he had done nothing but let things pass and run their course while he simply moved on to live his life alone. Despite his want to undo what he had done, he knew it would do nothing. He would have to live with his remorse. Fishing out his keys from his pocket, he turned a corner and increased the pace of his steps to his current home. Walking down the long corridor with a forced air of nonchalance around him, he turned another corner and looked up from the laces of his shoes.

And there she was. She was leaning against his door, at the other end of the distance. Hearing his halting steps on the hardwood floor, she raised her light jade eyes to meet his. His own widened in shock as he was left dumbfounded. What was she doing here? What would she say? How did she know? His heart thumped madly in his chest as countless thoughts ran in his mind as he struggled to maintain their eye contact.

Moments passed between them accompanied by waves of tension. He opened his mouth several times in attempts to say something, anything, proving him to fail miserably.

When he was about to start off with everything he wanted to say to her, everything that he kept that had built up inside him, her lips then formed into a small smirk. She gave him that look in her eyes. He closed his mouth shut as his tears began to blur his vision and a grin tugged on the edges of his lips.

Everything he was supposed to say, every explanation and pleads he had prepared for a long time died in his throat as he looked at her. Nothing else mattered as she began to advance towards him and as his own feet brought himself closer to her in his need to hold her again. He knew. He just knew.

That same glint in her eyes and that same crooked smile that graced her lips said everything he needed to know.

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